UNANNOUNCED ARRIVAL OF THE CHAOTIC SHINIGAMI~
"Tralalalalala" That my good people, is the sound of a very unaware girl. She skipped along the sidewalk, her auburn curled hair flowing in the summer breeze. However, her unexpected death led to many problems in the Shinigami Dispatch Society.
-Chapter 1- -Death by Ice cream Truck-
Abigail Rose skipped merrily down the road, on her way to buy her three o'clock ice cream from the usual spot by the park.
It was an unusually sunny day followed by the chirping of birds, the sun was already slowly diving into the west casting long shadows upon the world. Abigail followed her usual route to the park and crossed the road, humming a tune from her favorite show. Sadly she did not know that the regular ice cream truck driver had obtained a different route, and the new assigned driver was speeding to his new stop.
"I wonder what I'll get today. I'm starting to grow tired of-" A loud horn honked and a flash of light disoriented Abigail, the truck swerved, but it was already too late.
Abigail lay motionless on the ground, she quivered slightly. Oh, and how oh-so ironic that on this most extraordinary day in Abigail's life was it the same day that it ended, the very necrophobic girl.
Abigail was surrounded by no one except a pool of her own blood, the ice cream truck had vanished and would never come back to that spot again. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she began to feel dizzy.
Why did this have to happen to me? She wondered, already beginning to lose consciousness.
"Wow." A wolf whistle came from the side walk as long footsteps slowly made their way to her.
"You got banged up pretty good, huh?" A handsome boy with orange and black hair sporting a curious pair of glasses, squatted down to get a better look at her.
Abigail shifted her gaze, her breath forced and ragged. "P-Please.. Help me." She sobbed.
The boy pulled out a book and flipped toward the back, stopping on a bookmarked page. "Huh, it seems like you weren't supposed to die today, it says you have a good twenty or thirty years. Ain't that pitiful." He chuckled.
Abigail coughed up blood, shaking. She started to lose consciousness as she mumbled to the boy, tears streaming down her cheeks. "B-but I have Necrophobia. I don't wanna die." She sobbed.
The boy started to tremble and let out a hysterical laugh. "HAHAHA, OH THIS IS TOO FUNNY! HAHA A NECROPHOBIC DYING EARLY!HAHAHA. whew, ah this is too good, you're a real hoot, ain't cha?" He sighed, wiping away a tear.
Abigail didn't reply. Her breath was shallow and her blood was already touching the boy's shoe. He walked out and grabbed a lawn mower, lifting it up with ease.
"Well listen little lady, you're pretty cute and I feel bad about you losing your life so early, so I'll cut you a break and end your misery quickly." He roared the machine to life, it growled then settled into a soft purr, waiting to complete its job.
The boy switched it to 'LIFE GONE' and mowed over the girl, except to Abigail, it didn't feel like deadly sheers ripping apart her body, they were feather soft.
She woke up in an all-white building. Men in black suits covered the place like vultures, some doing massive heaps of paper work, others carrying large garden tools to different rooms. Abigail glanced around, dazed.
Am I dreaming? I definitely remember dying. She thought.
"AHHH, DAMMIT!" The boy had appeared besides her shaking his head.
"I'm gonna be killed once Will-senpai finds out about this! DAMN! For how long I've had this thing I didn't set it to reap! How could I mess this up?!" he sighed heavily.
Abigail shot him a glare and then softened her gaze. "You saved me didn't you? Thank you! I really appreciate it! How can I make it up to you?" She questioned curiously.
The boy looked towards her then looked away bored. He stuck out his hand toward her, to which she tilted her head confused.
"The names Ronald, Ronald Knox." He blushed slightly, trying to look undiscerning. She looked up to him and smiled, shaking his hand.
"I'm Abigail, Abigail Rose." She smiled proudly.
Ronald grabbed her hand and led her to a desk piled with paper work, telling her to "Sit".
He slammed his hand down on the desk and trailed a long "YO!" to the individual seated behind it.
"Really now Mr. Knox, as impolite as ever I see. Ah, and you've brought along case number five billion, nine hundred sixty three thousand, four hundred and twenty three along with you it seems." Said the man shuffling his paperwork and readjusting his glasses.
Ronald twisted his head toward Abigail and shrugged, leaning his elbow against the desk. "Yeah. It said she wasn't scheduled to die and I accidently hit 'life gone' while trying to reap her soul. Now it seems impossible for her to die for a while." He said, placing a pencil on hip lip and balancing it.
Abigail looked at them confused and skeptical. "What do you mean? You brought me back to life?"
Ronald nodded, staring at the pencil intently, wobbling and hopping to keep it up.
Will nodded and continued, "Well it seems we cannot send you back to the human world as an immortal so for now we shall employ you as a grim reaper. Welcome Miss Rose to the Shinigami Dispatch Society." Will said scowling.
He flipped his head quickly to Ronald who jumped nervously.
"And you.You shall be attending after school classes for the training of new grim reapers, I trust you can show Miss Rose the steps and courses of becoming a grim reaper? After all, it is your fault that this happened. Because of you I'm stuck with even more paperwork. You, Ronald Knox have sent every section of the dispatch society into complete and utter chaos." Will stated, adjusting his glasses.
Ronald's jaw dropped and he mumbled curses under his breathe.
"You have to be kidding me." He muttered.
He glanced at Abigail who flinched at his menacing stare.
"U-Uhm. Can't you just send me back to where I was? I-I don't want to be causing any trouble."
Ronald rested his elbow on Will's desk, smirking.
"If I were to send you back, you would die."
"I LOVE IT HERE! The color, how do you describe it? Soooo~ oh, bland, it fits the room beautifully!" Abigail exclaimed, clasping her hands together nervously.
Ronald snickered and replied, "Thought so." To Abigail's comment. He swiped some papers from Will's outstretched hand and sighed.
"Since I'm looking out for you, it seems we will be across from each other. Er- room wise anyway." Ronald stated, looking down at the papers, irritated.
Abigail sighed and gave him a breath taking smile that usually made the boys at her high school's jaw drop. It didn't seem to faze Ronald that much who gave a slight blush, but other than that, he motioned at her with his hand to accompany him.
They passed a long stairwell and walked through three corridors of bespectacled grim reapers before they reached her door.
"Hey, uh, Ronald?" Abigail asked, tugging on his sleeve.
"What?" He questioned.
Abigail looked down nervously. "uh- um.. will I have to wear glasses?"
Ronald stared blankly at her. "What?" He asked again.
She bit her lip slightly and pouted. "W-well everyone is wearing glasses here, and I don't like glasses. So does that mean I'll have to wear them?"
Ronald gave a small chuckle and patted her on the shoulder. "Haha, you weren't supposed to be a grim reaper, so you're vision isn't as bad as ours! You don't need to worry about that sort of thing." He smiled down to her.
She sighed in relief and patted him on the head,
"You're a really good boy aren't you? Hahaha!" She giggled.
Ronald blushed and pushed her into an all-white room.
"YOU IDIOT! AS IF I'D FALL FOR YOU! GO TO BED!" He yelled closing the door.
Abigail stared at the door. Um, what? What was he talking about?
She shrugged her shoulders and sat on the bed. Pffttt, Ronald, it's only four o'clock.
Hey guys! So I'll be trying to manage two stories from now on. ^_^. I FEEL LIKE THIS WON'T END WELL. Any who, I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter, I might do chapter starters with this story, but who knows? O.o OKAY! KEEP READING! From yours truly, kisses, hugs, and lye.